Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history,
is the story of our love; a spiritual decree.
Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life,
is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described.
I am stunned by the depth of your soul.
Shall I be forever mystified?
And this evening, brazenly confetti’d
on a Hollywood freeway overpass,
I saw your initials set upon a fractured heart.
While my soul bleeds adoration in silence,
I wonder, is this love’s crucifixion?
Is this how Mary felt in the garden?
No answer is of consequence,
for what I will remember long after I have died,
will be the memory of your face,
Posted on 08/11/2006
Copyright © 2006 Scott Utley